我住的旅馆就在拉卜楞寺边上,后门的院子中野花绽放,花丛下藏着一堆堆空啤酒瓶。没有鸟叫,安静点,院子里还能听见湍湍的河水声。夏河,就是那条河流的名字。1.一路往南离开兰州前的那个晚上纸醉金迷,先是黄河边白酒加牛肉,接着又是新生代摇滚乐的现场演出,最后我被带到一家陶艺吧,听了听老吉他的即兴弹唱。浑浑噩噩中,竟然还记得天 I live in the hotel on the edge of Labrang Monastery, backyard yard blooming wildflowers, flowers piled under a pile of empty beer bottles. No birds, quiet, the yard can hear the turbulent river sound. Xiahe, is the name of the river. 1. All the way south of Lanzhou before leaving the evening intoxicating golden fans, first of the Yellow River white wine plus beef, followed by the live performance of the new generation of rock and roll, and finally I was brought to a pottery bar, listening to the improvisation of old guitar. Unexamined, even remember the day